When Silence Becomes a Stranger

There was a time

when silence

was peace.

A soft blanket

to wrap around

the noise

of the world.

But silence

can change.

It can twist

into a stranger

cold and sharp

cutting deeper

than words ever could.

It builds walls

around the heart,

each brick

a word

left unspoken.

Days pass

in quiet rooms

where echoes

no longer answer,

only watch.

The ache of wanting

to shout

but finding no voice,

to reach out

but grasp only

empty air.

Friends ask,

“How are you?”

and we smile,

masking the storm

inside.

Because silence

teaches us

to be alone

even when

we’re surrounded.

It’s not just absence

of sound

it’s absence

of connection,

of understanding,

of hope.

But sometimes

in the deepest quiet,

when no one’s watching,

we find a crack.

A glimpse

of light

peeking through,

reminding us

that silence

can break.

That even strangers

can become friends

if we dare

to speak

and listen

once more.